Chaps don't dine at the West End for nothing, do they, R.?
If you play at _bowls_, you know--" "You must look out for _rubbers_," said Roundhand, as quick as thought.
"Not in my house of a Sunday," said Mrs.R., looking very fierce and angry.

"Not a card shall be touched here.

Are we in a Protestant land, sir?
in a Christian country ?" "My dear, you don't understand.

We were not talking of rubbers of whist." "There shall be _no_ game at all in the house of a Sabbath eve," said Mrs.Roundhand; and out she flounced from the room, without ever so much as wishing us good-night.
"Do stay," said the husband, looking very much frightened,--"do stay.

She won't come back while you're here; and I do wish you'd stay so." But we wouldn't: and when we reached Salisbury Square, I gave Gus a lecture about spending his Sundays idly; and read out one of Blair's sermons before we went to bed.